bookstoreromantic:

Canon divergent
smut set somewhere in 3b. The details aren’t important. This was originally
written for an abandoned modern au fic but when @initiala calls for smut and
you’ve got some sitting around that’s never going to see the light of day
otherwise then by god you rip it out and turn it into something resembling a
one-shot. ~1800 words.

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It’s meaningless, she tells herself even as she knows it’s useless. Just some meaningless sex. Nothing more.
She’s a little out of practice but for awhile there — before Henry, before
Storybrooke, before finding her parents and being the Saviour — one-night
stands were as far as she ever went. They’re easy. She knows what they feel like, how they kiss, how they
touch, what they want. And right now, that familiar rhythm, that simple pattern
of pleasure, is everything she needs.

Kissing
Hook is nice and all — don’t get her wrong, he’s fucking great at it. Good
pressure, not overly eager with the tongue, and his thumb tracing circles at
her hip like he’s keeping himself from sliding his hand up her shirt through
force of will alone.

But just
kissing isn’t enough right now, and she’s not looking for slow.

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